Artist: Justin H
Email: edenquintos@yahoo.com
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Character's Story:
How is our little pet doing today?"
"Everything is doing good sir."
"He's 18 today right? The Gene Virus should be taking its apparent effects soon. Increase the computer's sensitivity. We need to find out what the virus decides to do with it's... host."
"Roger sir. Commencing."
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The sun had just started to climb over the horizon. It's life-giving rays quietly hushing the darkness. The sound of the songbirds of spring began to break the silence of night. Morning had come.
The alarm clock began blaring its god-awful tune. The kind that makes a good dream just fall completely apart. In this case, there is only one solution. A blur passed by where the noise-box once stood. The sound of it hitting against the wall only brought an evil sense of pleasure to Toshiro. Slowly, the pathetic fool crawled out of bed.
He was about 5'6". Had a build somewhere between medium and light. He wasn't very muscular but had enough strength to get by on. He had a dark complexion along with some almost black but more of a really dark brown set of eyes. On top of his head sat some uncontrollable-hard-to-manage hair. He never considered getting it cut, seeing as it would only grow back later.
Toshiro started scrounging about the floor looking for something to where. His hand brushed up against the shirt he had thrown on the floor earlier in the morning around four. It's not that he had a late job; it's just that he had "insomnia" and didn't go to sleep until late. He sniffed the shirt and put it on. Shortly afterwards, he found some pants and put those on too. Quickly glimpsing at his fallen clock, he went downstairs.
"Nobody's home." He muttered to himself. It didn't bother him that much cause he actually preferred the thought of being alone. The company of others could get on his nerves every now and again.
"What to eat, what to eat?" He said foraging through the fridge. At this point, his stomach growled in desperation. "Ahh, you're hungry also huh? How's and egg sound. I can put some cheese on it and put it between to things of bread. Yea, that sounds good."
After breakfast, he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He always ate before brushing his teeth so as to make sure that they were clean a little longer. He looked at the mirror and laughed at himself. He began to fill the sink with water. When it was full, he grabbed a towel and plunged his head into the cool liquid. After drying, he did his best to make his hair look better. When he was satisfied, he left and went outside.
It was cool outside, typical for a spring morning. The air was clean and only aided in making Toshiro tired.
"What am I gonna do? Parents won't be back until five, and it's eleven right now. Ah screw it, I'm gonna just walk around until something happens.'
His journey was one of foolishness. Nothing was going to happen. It's not like anything did anyways. He was just wandering around aimlessly, sort of like a drunk leaving a bar. He didn't notice the bar of the swing set until he ran into it, headfirst.
"OWWWWWwww." His hand quickly went to his head. Nothing serious, just a loud ringing noise was his wound, but his hand was a different story. He had cut it against a small, but sharp, rock.
He stared at it, watching the warm red fluid leave his body, when he noticed something odd. The skin around the cut began to grow. His eyes widened in shock and amazement when small tentacles of flesh began to whip from the wound. He was about to scream in fear when the tentacles plunged themselves into the cut. Shortly afterwards, where a wound had once been, only clean, unbroken flesh remained.
"What the he..?" He slapped his face shut when he noticed that his voice had become high and very feminine. He looked down and noticed that his shirt contoured two round bumps where his chest should have been. He looked at his arms and legs and every strand of hair was gone, as well as some of his muscle. He wasn't used to his new body, but he did the best he could to run home.
His eyes widened when he looked into his mirror. He had long blonde hair, a red shirt, and an odd tattoo on his arm. He was everything but the man he used to be.
His heart beat even faster than it had before. "What's wrong with me!?" He screamed. "I wanna be me again!!" He felt a twinge in his gut and he doubled over. He looked up into the mirror only to see that his skin had become a sea of turmoil. His blonde hair began to snake back and forth, growing shorter every time it whipped across his head. He could hear his bones grinding against each other, only causing pain. He collapsed shortly afterwards.
When he woke up, the sun was down. It was around eleven, according to his clock. He slowly pulled his lump of a body off the ground. When he looked at the mirror, he was shocked.
"I'm...me...again?" He said quietly. A loud sound came from downstairs that caused him to jump. "Sorry about that!" His dad yelled.
Toshiro put his hand on his head. He was shocked to find claws where his finger should've been, along with red scaly skin. Everything about him was normal, save his right arm. He stared at his arm in confusion. His breath began to quicken. Again, his skin began to crawl and the snapping of bones came back to beat Toshiro in the face, but this time, since it was only in his arm, he remained conscious.
"Wow..." Toshiro said quietly to himself.
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"So, what've ya got?"
"It seems when his heart rate increases, he can...transform into things."
"Things? What kind of things?"
"Apparently anything it seems. Women, children...it was even reported that he turned into a dragon-type thing."
"Uh-huh. If that's the case, send even more men to monitor him. Should he become something dangerous, bring him here immediately."
"Yes sir, I'll tell the team immediately."
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